The gentle morning breeze ruffled the tops of the barren trees, Cold Winter air filled the sky, But on this day, life was filled with a sort of ease, On I marched, crunching through leaves and letting out a gentle sigh.
I reached the end of the path, And went to turn back, Then out of the blue shot a goose filled with turbid wrath, He wailed at me for what seemed a day and compassion he seemed to lack.
My gentle ease from the winter breeze was gone in a flash, Knowing full well the nipping I was in for; I took off in a dash, Amid my jaunt, I lost an icy step and fell into the lake with a splash.
I swam to the shore; the beast was gone, And I let out a much-needed laugh, The sun began to rise, and I delighted in the sight of the dawn, I watched the pink hue from the newborn sun and forgot all about my gaffe, Nature in her beauty even graced me with the presence of a floating swan, Finally, I began my way back heart filled but body in much need of a bath.
The soft golden morning light glistened off the rain-soaked pines, An evening of storms reaching its end as the day burst through the night, That gentle golden hue shrouded the forest in the peace of late a summer haze, The shimmering leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, As hummingbirds darted past in the distance, All signs that despite all the calamity, Nature’s powerful play rolls on.